September 20, 2016

Eavesdropping at the Hair Salon

It was an ordinary Saturday at the hair salon. The
sound of scissors snipping and the sent of hair spray filled the
room that looked out onto Main Street. With protective baggies on the temples
of my eyeglasses, I settled in to read the latest issue of Vanity Fair. Until the woman next to me started yakking about vaginas and
vulvas.